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Act I, Scene 89


  • Shakespeare. Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
    And I will comment upon that offence;
    Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, 1235
    Against thy reasons making no defence.
    Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
    To set a form upon desired change,
    As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will,
    I will acquaintance strangle and look strange, 1240
    Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue
    Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
    Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong
    And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
    For thee against myself I'll vow debate, 1245
    For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.